Rowlf: <sniff sniff>... Hey, Chef, what're you cooking?
Chef: I'm nut cuukeeng unytheeng.
Rowlf: You're not?
Chef: Nupe-a.
Rowlf: Well, someone's cooking something!
Chef: Vell... Leesa buooght chuculete-a cheeps. Um gesh dee bork, bork!
Rowlf: ...and?
Chef: Roolff, vhet dues Leesa use-a chuculete-a cheeps fur?
Rowlf: You mean besides putting hormones in check? I don't know.
Chef: It hes sumetheeng tu du veet vhet yuoo're-a smelleeng.
Rowlf: <sniff sniff sniff>... hey... <sniff sniff> chocolate chip cookies!
Chef: Chuculete-a cheep cuukeees. Um gesh dee bork, bork! Her muzeer's receepe-a.
Rowlf: Oh, those are delicious!
Chef: Mm-hm. Cume-a iet vheele-a zee chuculete's steell melted!
Rowlf: Don't mind if I do. Hey where is Lisa, anyway?
Chef: She's pootteeng sume-a in zee reffreedgeretur vhere-a iferyune-a cun get tu zeem. Zeen I theenk she's getteeng reedy fur bed. Bork bork bork!
Rowlf: Oh.
Chef: Ectooelly, I theenk she's joost beeeng unsuceeel unteel peuple-a respund tu her noo funffeec. Yuoo knoo hoo nerfuoos she-a gets. Um gesh dee bork, bork!
Rowlf: I thought some people had already responded.
Chef: Reelly, elreedy?
Rowlf: Well I don't know too many other reasons for her to be dancing around.
Chef: I gooess sumeune-a moost'fe-a respunded, zeen. Bork bork bork! Theenk ve-a shuoold reed thees oone-a?
Rowlf: ...nah... let's leave it some of the crazier dormies...